September 30th excerpt:

Sam paused in the middle of scrubbing the water off his face with a corner of the flannel shirt they’d slept on. He listened to the room beyond, separating the sounds out just like Walt had taught him to. Although, in all those lessons he’d never imagined he’d be using them to tell him if his brother was awake.

The room was silent, and peaceful. There was no running water in the bathroom beyond and only the gentle chirps of birds outside broke the quiet. After a moment he could even discern the slow breathing of the hunter, blending in to the outside noises.

“He’s asleep,” Sam said. “But he’ll probably wake up in no time. He shoulda shut the drapes better last night. There’s no way he’ll be able to stay asleep in a bright room like this.”

September 29th excerpt:

His heart was pounding a frantic beat. Oscar’s entrance to the walls was nowhere near the dresser. He’d aimed to just wait until the human crashed into bed, and no worries would occur. He could still do that, but now Oscar had the knowledge that two poor souls were captured by that human.

And … it seemed they were trained  or something. They’d needed permission to get out of the duffel bag. That they were carried around in a bag like that in the first place made Oscar feel a little sick. What if they’d been jostled around? What if they fell out? Would the human care?

September 28th excerpt:

“Too bad you two are dustballs over there,” Dean pointed out ruefully, looking at the dust stains on his clean shirts. “I shoulda just dropped you in the sink before we left so my clothes had a chance at staying clean for more than a minute.” Jacob didn’t bother trying to hide it when he rolled his eyes. They’d gotten rid of most of the dust anyway.

Dean started up the car, hiding a smile so he could at least pretend at annoyance. Soft music started up as he shifted out of park, toned down so that the small passengers that were sitting next to him wouldn’t have their hearing hurt.

September 27th excerpt:

Jacob glanced up at the bench, though of course he couldn’t see their total pile of found cash from the floor. He knew it certainly felt like they’d combed every inch. It was amazing how much they’d managed to find. He grinned and looked over at Sam, knowing he probably wouldn’t chime in. Ever since they’d joined Dean in his traveling hunting profession, Sam had had a harder time than Jacob asking for things he liked or wanted.

Jacob was working on helping with that. After all, Dean was clearly willing to help them out, and a resource like that was rare to people like them. So he called up, “Sam wanted a bag of M&Ms, how about it?”

“H-hey!” Sam blurted. He elbowed Jacob in the side. “I never said that!”

September 26th excerpt:

Sam rolled his eyes. “I guess we can count it as a tie,” he said dryly. “I’ll let your awful aim slide just this once. But you might end up with Dean trying to teach you how to aim the next time he gets the chance. Since, y’know, you can’t hit the broadside of a barn and all that.”

The hunter out in the open shifted his position on the bench while Sam was talking. The boot closest to them scrapped along the floor, and this time when Dean’s hand came into view, he was clearly stretching to reach the wayward coin.

“Did one of you get into the whiskey before we got here?” came a curious tone. A finger caught the coin just at the edge, dragging it along the floor so he’d be able to reach it without having to get up.

September 25th excerpt:

The brothers both had their own ways of searching, and the room once more fell into a companionable quiet while everyone digested their food and relaxed. The case had them tense, and a moment to regroup in the safety of the room was welcome.

Sam stiffened, and then read over the passage on the screen. And again. He paced restlessly in front of the screen, sending a quick glance at Dean and glad his older brother’s knack only worked on where they were, and didn’t let him read minds.

Dean wasn’t going to like this.

September 24th excerpt:

Sam let his head fall against his chest, closing his eyes in concentration. “We need to research,” he said. “I can’t think of anything in Dad’s journal that matches this.”

“Maybe we missed something,” Dean said.

September 23rd excerpt:

“Holy shit he’s gonna do it. Holy shit.”

He barely got the words out before the wall a foot and a half away from them practically exploded inward. Jacob’s boot retreated from the strong kick and the parts of the drywall that he’d splintered sagged. Light broke in and illuminated the angrily stirring dust.

Sam scowled at the sight of the light pouring into the walls, but he couldn’t do anything about it except for stalk forward to use the new ‘entrance.’ He stepped carefully over the broken debris, waving a hand in front to try and dispel the dust particles clogging the air. A slight shudder hit him at how easy it was for Jacob to break down pathways that might have been peacefully used for years before this day.

September 22nd excerpt:

“D’you know which direction they’d have gone? Maybe a section of wall I could knock on or something?”

“They’re, ahh…” Dean scanned the walls, remembering what side the room was on when he was running through the dark. There had been a few turns, and Sam had gone in the opposite direction back…

Then he remembered he didn’t have to remember where they’d gone and bother with mapping out the innards of the house. He knew where they were at this very second.

September 21st excerpt:

“Dean?” Sam whispered, half greeting and half question.

“I can take care of myself, y’know,” Dean griped, taking a step back as the shadows moved with him. “I don’t need a nanny to go through the walls!”

“We shouldn’t split up here,” Sam answered. “We need to stick together. There could be anything in the walls here, and with nothing to do with the case.”